PERSPECTIVE, VOICE, AND PRESENCE

The soul is inseparable from the spirit, and yet, through passion and poison, nectar and angst, its sense of guidance becomes severed and it finds itself in the pits of estrangement with neither friend nor treasured garden. And in this circular hell, it appears that the way to redemption is forked between fantasy and agape. Ones loss is the others victory, but where the two meet is woven an intuition whose fierceness and vulnerability is like the single pointedness of Shakti. But, who is Shakti? Is she meditation in action? Or a form of becoming? The swiftness of intention, the edge of desire, and the emerging dialogue rest in this elegant way, even as they dissolve. By Sofiya Hyder